The days are flying by like never before, today I just turned around and its already March 2012... and the last memory I had was December 31, 2011. I don't know if its just me or the whole world is running so fast or its this 'industry' and professional life growing on me (though I am still coming home at 6 PM). I don't know what it is, but its 'life'. But this is not 'that' life... the busy life to achieve... the crazy life to celebrate... and the meaningful life to cherish.
I am not a person to live this day-in-day-out kind of life, may be I just lost visibility of the 'bigger picture' for few days, and the those days all you need is just a 'push'. I think this is the most apt time to recite few of my favorite lines that gives out my present state-
I am not a person to live this day-in-day-out kind of life, may be I just lost visibility of the 'bigger picture' for few days, and the those days all you need is just a 'push'. I think this is the most apt time to recite few of my favorite lines that gives out my present state-
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd."
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd."
- Hamlet (3/1)
The time is coming...
time to change the game...
time to go beyond what is obvious...
time to go beyond illusion and doubt.
3 comments:
When did u start reading Shakespeare?
Good to have u back :)
When did u start reading Shakespeare?
Good to have u back :)
Thanks!
It feels great to be back... I do read Shakespeare selectively, few lines here and there :)
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